Scifidystopian Stories

In a glittering dystopia sustained by an artificial amber sky, the privileged live in engineered bliss while the cost is paid in human Static. The Glow grants euphoria, suppresses pain, and hides the truth - but it is fading. When twelve-year-old Leo is chosen as the Cold Spare in a new Triple-Link Chain, he is torn from his mud village and bound to Aria, the elite Prime whose voice keeps the city alive. Alongside two devoted handmaidens who see their role as the highest honor, Leo moves into the luxurious Spire where children are groomed to become living batteries. As the Glow begins to crack, Leo glimpses the desolate reality beneath the gold: the Rot consuming the land, the Vats where Silent Souls suffer, and the ritualistic Tithe of Radiance that fuels paradise with flesh and ecstasy. Aria alone shares his quiet horror. Together they must navigate a world that worships their sacrifice while two of their companions eagerly embrace their chains. With his rebellious sister Cassia working in the shadows and Lord Silas playing a dangerous double game, Leo faces an impossible task: protect the very system that wants to consume him - or risk everything to Walk away before he is forced to replace Aria as the next Prime Vessel. A dark, sweeping dystopian epic of moral rot, fractured innocence, and the slow unraveling of a perfect lie. In this world, happiness has a precise and terrible price - and the bill always comes due.

The Rewritten World is a place where the past refuses to stay buried and the future bends under the weight of forgotten memories. Shadows move with purpose, lanterns flicker without wind, and every whispered name seems to echo twice-once in your ears, and once somewhere just behind you. Here, the laws of life and death have been smudged like ink on wet paper. Ghosts walk with the living, not as monsters, but as echoes searching for the stories they lost. The sky hangs low, stitched with pale light, as if someone tried to mend a tear in the heavens and didn't quite finish the job. Paths shift when you're not looking. Doors open to rooms that were never built. And sometimes, if you stand very still, you can hear the world rewriting itself-soft scratches, faint murmurs, the sound of reality being edited by unseen hands. It is beautiful. It is haunted. And once you enter it, you are never entirely sure which version of yourself will walk back out.

A preview of my current book I'm working on "Cancellation Squadron and other stories from the World of 2084" (Working Title)